Now I love about high school. Sure the fear and contempt it inspires are universal and everlasting. However, the same can be said of everyday life. Like high school, life is real and unfiltered, immediate and intense. And that's not such a bad thing.
My hammock is sacred to me: it is my chosen place of refuge, rest, relaxation. It was my hammock that helped me heal after my bicycle accident. For weeks, during my recuperation, I trusted my body to its embrace.
We started all the way back at hieroglyphics which evolved after some time to old English which then transformed into modern English which then rapidly turned into "Cnt wait 2 c u l8r 2night," "LOL" and "BRB" and now it has seemed to turn back into the hieroglyphics.